Sunday October 7th. I walked up the stairs to Jim Searles’ dream studio. The afternoon sun was streaming through the windows. A man tickled the keys on the grand piano. I looked around the room for someone I knew. No. Just strangers with cameras. I got some food, (Jim throws a party right), and picked a chair. Soon Jim was around with the champagne. A man with a red shirt sat down next to me. One side of the shirt had Al embroidered on it and the other side had Creative with a Mickey Mouse pin above the word.
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